RAFE’S POV
I swung my leg over the seat of my bike, bringing the engine to life. The roar matched the restlessness sitting in my chest. I had pissed her off again—something I seemingly couldn't stop myself from doing.
Jax pulled up beside me on his own bike, and without a word, we rode off, leaving Maya behind. I hated that we had to go; I wished this hadn't come up so I could stay and solve the problem between us. I tried to focus on my work because I had people to protect—people I had vowed to lay down my life for—but no matter how fast I drove, I couldn't outrun the image of Maya’s face or the way her eyes had burned with hurt.
The wind whipped past me, but all I could think about was her voice telling me I needed to work on myself. And maybe she was right. I loved in a different, or
